Disclaimer: Still own nothing. Borrowing from Kripke. Thanks Dude! No money made here and no copyright infringement intended.
E/O CHALLENGE
A/N: Too many players to list them all without forgetting someone at this point. It is my honour to be in such noteworthy company. Thanks to EnkiduO7 and Onyx Moonbeam for being our glorious leaders!
Word: local
Word count: 100 on the nose, baby!
Having had enough of the local scenery, Sam had managed to drag, push/pull his brother up the rock face that made up the first ten feet of their natural prison.
It hadn't improved Dean's physical state. They were both even more bruised and scratched. Dean was shaking. Partly shock, partly blood loss, partly cold, partly pain.
Turns out the concussion wasn't such a great local anaesthetic after all.
"C'mon Dean, worst is over. Just need to get back to the Impala," Sam encouraged.
"I'm concussed, Sammy, not brain damaged," Dean snarked.
Sam sighed.
Something big was crashing through the woods.
A/N: So? They're moving… it took me 3 chapters but I got them to move…